contains gagging, kissing, panting, moans . . .
he was already on his knees, not even a minute after the members had left. heeseung stood tall in front of sunghoon, his hand reaching down to gently cup the back of the younger's head with a small caress, the gesture meant to keep him locked in place. then, a small, subtle buck of his hips—just enough to press the obvious bulge against sunghoon's soft lips, and a small moan escaped him. a jolt of pleasure shot through his body at the delicious contact, albeit clothed, and he couldn't stop himself from practically grinding against the kneeling boy's face. sunghoon knew, when heeseung sped up, that the prized possession behind those bothersome jeans was beginning to leak copiously, hard and proud—and he was absolutely correct when he undid the older's fly both tantalisingly and hastily. the girthy rod sprung out with such excitement that there was a spring in its step, and the rich white fluid peeking out of its slit made sunghoon's mouth water. wasting no time, the boy dove in to envelope the elder's rock-hard dick, his lips closing around the shaft and his hand gripping its base, stroking it slowly. it didn't take long for heeseung to start face-fucking his boyfriend, his fingers tangling in the younger's hair tightly as both leverage and control. the occassional gags that came from sunghoon only served to turn him on even more, encouraging him to bury himself deeper, and every time the tip of his cock hit the back of the boy's throat, he found himself in seventh heaven. sweet noises of ecstacy filled the electric air, and they were going to use this rare moment of alone time to the maximum.
